Atop his throne, King Thorgrimm III Goldshield sat in intense concentration.
“Milord, you must come to a decision!” shouted an aid, clearly making to much of a big deal out of the situation. The king ignored him, but sat, continuing to think to himself in the large, dark hall.
“Sir, if I may give an idea. Just kill them. Make a display, the others would be glad to see it, too.”
King Goldshield shook his head and looked at the second aid angrily. “Kill them just because they have a bit of a wild side? Are you crazy?”
“Well, sir, we need to make an example out of it.”
“An example of what? Conform or die? We aren’t Orcs here, we don’t kill just because someone has a different idea. Bah, get out of my sight, you sicken me.” he said, waving the stout, bald, red bearded Dwarf away. He understood where he was coming from, but he couldn’t let impatience get the better of him.
“Look, milord, I agree with you, we shouldn’t kill them. But we need to decide on something, those two need to be straightened out.” a third advisor said.
They were talking, of course, about the two Dwarfs, Grothmag Silverhelm, and Norgath Ironbow. The two were officers in the Dorovel militia. They had always been good soldiers, but they also had a bit of a wild streak in them. It was obvious they didn’t like being cooped up in the underground halls and caverns of Dorovel all their life. In the past, their antics had been a slight irritant, but lately, they had been getting worse.
In the past, it used to just be getting drunk and getting into bar fights. That wasn’t anything wrong for a Dwarf, though they may have partaken in that particular “sport” a bit more then most of their brethren, it didn’t bother very many people. Some thought officers shouldn’t act that way, but King Goldshield knew it was just their way of letting off steam. Besides, they mostly just fought each other.
But now their frustration with living underground all the time had finally reached its limit. For a few months, rumors spread of the two sneaking off out of the caves. Most Dwarves never left the safety of the halls of their home city, especially by their own choosing. But these two were now doing it at any chance they could get. People were now starting to look at the king for not putting a stop to this. No proper Dwarf should act that way. Dwarves were meant to spend their lives in the halls and mines, working and drinking and keeping to themselves. There was just no place for these two in typical Dwarf society. And now, the king was to blame for not putting a stop to it.
Then, a few weeks ago, the rumors were proven to be true. A small patrol had found the two trying to sneak back into the caves early one morning. They were quickly placed under arrest, and thrown in jail. Now King Goldshield had to do something, and he knew just what it was.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “bring them here. I’ve come to my conclusion.”
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The two dwarves shuffled into the throne room of the king. Flanked on both sides by armed guards, they were chained together by their wrists and feet, making it extremely difficult to move. The guard on each side had to help hold them up as they walked. As soon as they entered the throne room, all four men bowed to their king.
“Grothmag Silvershield, Norgoth Ironbow, you have greatly embarrassed the kingdom of Dorovel. Your actions have put a stain on yourselves, and you reflect back on me. Many of the city want you two beheaded for your actions.” He paused, and the two looked up nervously, fear growing inside of them. “But I find that punishment a bit too harsh.” They sighed with relief, and continued listening. “Others want you to spend the rest of your lives working in the lower mines. You’d never be able to leave the city then, would you?” Fear gripped them again. That would be worse then death. “Ah, but I find that punishment to still be too harsh. So, I have come to a decision.
“I have figured a way to punish you, yet you’ll still be able to serve the city. It has been a long time since a Dwarf has left these halls and traveled the up-world. All of our maps and information regarding the up-world are all outdated. Our enemies could be camping right outside our gates and we wouldn’t know it. So, I have decided, to send the two of you off. You will map what you come across, and deliver reports to me every couple of months. It is important we don’t have to survive off second hand information from the Humans and other traders that come in. We need to know what’s going on out there for ourselves. Can I trust you two to do this? Of course, you will receive funding for the efforts, gear, food, mead. What say you?”
The two men beamed at their king. This was exactly what they had hoped for.
“O my king! We accept! For the glory of Dorovel, we accept!” They dropped to their knees, they were so surprised by this fortunate turn of events.
“Good. I trust you wont screw up?” They nodded. “Alright then. Report to the armory, get your gear, then go get any food and supplies you need from the stores. Once you’re ready, the guards will let you leave. That is all. You are dismissed.”
And with that, the two men and guards quickly left the room.